Becoming a god by raising witches

Hannah: What godhood? What murals? What did I miss?

Locke: That's enough, Alice.

Alice ignored these disdainful or speechless inner monologues, looking at Locke with reverence and declaring that she would be the most loyal mascot.

Locke shook his head and took out a small mirror.

Using the [Mirror Trick], they hid in the mirror world.

A clone separates from the mirror world.

Using the [Shadow Clone] skill in the mirror world should minimize the chances of being seen by the person being monitored.

Eileen, Rebecca, Alice, and Hannah stared in astonishment at Locke split in two in the mirror.

Now that they were on the same side, Locke felt there was no need to hide too much from them.

Of course, only the person in charge should know about the system's internal workings.

Hannah covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"I see."

Eileen said thoughtfully.

"it is as expected."

Rebecca touched her chin.

"I'm so envious."

Alice also wished she could split herself in two, so that one could stay by Locke's side as a sycophant while the other could go off and live a carefree life, sucking blood everywhere.

Locke left his shadow clone in the mirror, while his real body emerged.

The little mirror was put back into the coat pocket, with the intention of deliberately losing it in some inconspicuous place, and then sending the shadow clone out to act alone.

"Alright, alright, everyone disperse."

Locke waved them away, telling them to go back and rest.

In the deep darkness of night, most people drifted into sweet dreams.

Rebecca quietly slipped out of the pipe and drifted away.

But before her white smoke could leave the small building, it was pulled back by an invisible force.

Rebecca turned around and saw the black cat resting with its eyes closed on the sofa.

"Miss Rococo, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Rebecca asked somewhat guiltily.

"Where are you going so late?"

"I just want to go for a walk."

Rebecca said she was a gossip who couldn't keep secrets to herself, and that having so many secrets to keep from being shared made her feel terrible. She missed Mrs. Freya.

However, Mrs. Freya was unable to leave the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, so she had to go back on her own.

"You want to betray Locke."

Eileen said calmly.

"I do not have."

Rebecca immediately waved her hand, indicating that she had no intention of violating the blood pact.

"Freya will tell Renis everything she knows, don't you know that? Going to Freya now is tantamount to betrayal."

Eileen saw right through Rebecca's plan.

Rebecca sighed helplessly, "But I always need to talk to someone, otherwise I feel uncomfortable all over. I guess it must be related to the incompleteness of my soul. I used to be a noble great demon, I didn't talk much and I didn't need friends."

"It's not your problem, it's Freya's problem."

Eileen frequents the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations and has a very clear understanding of most of its members.

"Mrs. Freya? What's wrong with her? She just likes to chat, just like me."

Rebecca looked at Eileen curiously.

"Use your brain and think about it. Why would a demon like you willingly become friends with a human and share all sorts of things with her? Why can't she go anywhere except the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation?"

Locke came downstairs; he hadn't fallen asleep either.

Especially after discovering that the demon in the pipe had suddenly slipped out, he opened his eyes, put on his clothes, and went downstairs.

Upon hearing Locke's words, Rebecca suddenly froze.

"You mean I've been bewitched? Mrs. Freya isn't an ordinary person?"

Rebecca asked in surprise.

“If I’m not mistaken, Mrs. Freya is a part of your soul. She was put into a strange object that forces her to stay in the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations, just like Miss Tia.”

Locke said.

Miss Tia, the ghost, and the scroll on the wall constitute the strange object C314, the librarian. Therefore, Miss Tia can never leave the library unless someone takes the scroll away.

This is the same reason why Mrs. Freya always stayed in the finance office on the first floor. It's not that she arrived too early or left too late every day, or that she had to do the work of three people; it's that she never left at all.

This explains why Rebecca always enjoys chatting with Freya, and why the two have become best friends.

Because their souls are a unified whole, they are attracted to each other.

"Impossible, I can't even find my own soul?"

Rebecca did not accept this explanation, mainly because she did not admit that she had been tricked by Renis all along.

"The director is very shrewd, which is why she trusts you to be entrusted to me. Because Mrs. Freya is still in her hands, she can always keep track of your movements and all your secrets through Mrs. Freya."

Locke continued.

Eileen looked at Locke. "When did you find out?"

"Just recently, I heard old Rani say that if we were to choose the best employee of the Sixth Sheriff's Court, it would definitely be Mrs. Freya. She not only does the work of three people, but she also never leaves the Sheriff's Court and treats it as her own home."

Locke said.

Rebecca looked at Eileen in disbelief.

"Miss Witch, is what Locke said true?"

“It’s true, I can sense that Freya has the same soul frequency as you.”

Eileen gave an affirmative answer.

Rebecca clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. "That despicable Renis, that shameless bastard! She's even worse than Locke! She's been deceiving me all these years, turning my soul into two strange objects! And she even said she'd help me find my soul! Damn it, damn it, damn it! I'm going to kill her right now, and nobody can stop me."

Rebecca made a move to leave, but Locke and Eileen remained seated on the sofa, unmoved.

"Wait, why aren't you stopping me?"

Rebecca turned around and looked at Eileen and Locke.

Why should we stop you?

Locke looked at Rebecca with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

How to stop someone who wants to commit suicide?

"Okay, damn it, I really can't beat that despicable and shameless Rhaenys."

Rebecca stomped her foot and pointed at Locke, saying...

"But you must help me. My becoming stronger will be beneficial to you."

"Is this how you treat your master?"

Locke raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Waaaaah, I was wrong."

Rebecca rubbed her eyes and pretended to cry, trying to imitate Alice's coquettish techniques, but unfortunately, the effect wasn't very obvious because she couldn't squeeze out any tears.

"The key now is to find the anomaly that Mrs. Freya belongs to. I suspect it should be in her office, but the cabinets and decorations in the office look normal. You'll have to find it yourself, relying on your demonic senses."

Locke said.

"If I could find it, wouldn't I discover that Mrs. Freya is myself? Demonic perception is useless in the Bureau of Investigation."

Rebecca said helplessly.

"Xiao Ai, do you have any ideas?"

Locke looked at Eileen.

"I can go with you to look for it."

Eileen said calmly.

"But success is not guaranteed."

Rebecca's eyes lit up, and she nodded emphatically, "Great, great, Miss Rococo is willing to help, that's wonderful."

Eileen nodded slightly and walked upstairs with cat-like steps.